The Shining Star Above The Heaven
Chapter 615: The Name of the Divine Sword

Chapter 615: The Name of the Divine Sword

Rumble! Rumble!

Boom! Boom!

The lightning strikes came down repeatedly, all focused on one point in the central area of the Everlasting Silent Forest. The barrier protecting that place shone brightly as it withstood each strike. The lightning did not stop for the next ten seconds, all carrying the same power.

But then Tarius stopped as he saw how strong the barrier truly was. It had withstood numerous lightning strikes. He had to admit that the formation in that part of the continent was exceptionally powerful. This only strengthened his belief that there was something hidden there, something the dragon and phoenix had prepared.

The phenomenon unfolding before him was something he did not welcome. He felt that if he did nothing, he would face failure here.

As a god, he sensed it, the presence of another possible future, one in which he failed, and that sense was growing stronger with each passing second. It felt as though something behind that barrier could redirect his predetermined fate and plans.

He then decided on another method to shatter the barrier.

Suddenly, energy from the regions surrounding the continent was pulled into the eye, and something began to materialize in front of the red iris. The divine energy that had been wreaking havoc across the continent and its surroundings was also drawn in, merging with the energy of heaven and earth.

The energy formed a vortex that could be seen from across the regions. In front of the eye, the object that had begun to materialize became clearer. It was turning into a black, giant, elongated staff, and it kept growing.

Still, even though the thing that had materialized was not yet complete, the power it exuded was enough to fill everyone who could sense it with horror and despair. That was because its power could already be felt as far greater than the lightning strikes from earlier.

Every cultivator who witnessed this believed that the eye truly intended to destroy the world, this strike might even pierce the world itself. The pressure alone threatened to crush the continent, and it became clear that the barrier was weakening. Its light dimmed with each passing second.

Even the storm of the impassable region, which had blocked all entry into the untouchable continent since ancient times, began to recede. It grew weaker and weaker, until, finally, it came to a complete stop.

That should have been good news for anyone outside the Barisan Continent. But at this moment, there was no room for happiness, not when they were witnessing a power capable of destroying the entire continent in a single strike. If the eye could do that here, then their own continent might face the same fate.

For those on the Barisan Continent who saw the energy’s vortex gathering in the eye and aimed directly at the continent, it felt as if their fate had already been sealed. They also saw the barrier growing weaker by the second, and it was clear this strike could end everything in an instant.

All they could do now was accept their fate. And for those who still had family, they held them close, at the very least, they could die together.

The long staff in front of the eye then transformed into a spear, one that carried the power to destroy the continent. The pressure it radiated was overwhelming, as if it meant to crush the continent even before the spear was unleashed. It pointed directly at the central area of the Everlasting Silent Forest, and it seemed the eye was ready to strike.

But then—

Crack! Crack! Clang!

Whoosh!

Suddenly, the entire barrier protecting the continent collapsed. The sound of its collapse echoed across the land so swiftly that most people could not even grasp what was happening, until a blinding light burst forth from the central region of the continent.

The golden light was so bright it could be seen even from the surrounding regions of the Barisan Continent. Against the darkness, its brilliance was overwhelming, forcing everyone to shield their eyes before they could adjust.

Even Tarius, who was nearly finished preparing his technique, was blinded by the golden light. He reflexively narrowed the eye, and his control over the technique wavered slightly, the radiance had truly disturbed even him.

For the first time, he felt a jolt of shock. He could sense the uniqueness of this light, and behind it, a different kind of energy altogether.

"It’s like the energy those dragon and phoenix bastards exude...wait, no, it’s even purer. Far more powerful!" he thought in astonishment.

At that moment, a sense of dread finally rose from deep within him, and for the first time, he gave it his full attention. He might have been arrogant, but he was not a fool.

As a god, he never underestimated his instincts or the weight of his intuition. This sensitivity was born from his comprehension of many laws, and now, that feeling could be a sign of something that might shape the events to come.

The moment that feeling emerged, he knew, something behind that blinding light might truly be a threat, even to him.

"Is it those bastards?No... this energy isn’t theirs. Then who is it?!" he thought.

While he was still thinking, he finally began to see vaguely, through the blinding light. He saw a grand palace on a vast floating landmass. The moment he looked at the silhouette of the palace, he instantly recognized its shape.

"That palace... isn’t that the same as the one in the Ninth Heavens? The Absolute Ruler’s palace?" Tarius thought.

The structure was identical to the grand palace located in the Ninth Heavens. After their conquest, when they had successfully taken control of the Ninth Heavens, they had claimed that palace, which they believed to be the most magnificent palace they had ever seen.

The people of this universe called that palace the Absolute Ruler’s palace. They did not know who this "Absolute Ruler" was, as they had never seen him. Some believed the title referred to the Heavenly Demon, but after spending so long in this universe, it became clear that was not the case.

There was someone else. Someone they did not know, yet who seemed to be revered by all beings in this universe.

Did those rebels build a duplicate of the Absolute Ruler’s palace here? For what purpose? Were they planning something with it?

He refocused his attention as he continued gathering power into the spear for an even stronger strike. He didn’t care, whatever the case, he would destroy these rebels. They were truly stubborn, like cockroaches.

He could take their corpses later, they still needed them for their purpose.

Meanwhile, others could also finally see the central area of the Everlasting Silent Forest. The region that had been hidden behind the barrier for so many years was now revealed to the world, leaving everyone stunned.

A floating landmass with a grand palace. Floating land was something they had never seen in their lives, and the palace was so majestic that every palace on the continent seemed no more than a luxurious villa in comparison.

None of them had known that such a place existed on this continent. fre.eweb(n)ovel\.c om

While countless people across the continent and beyond were stunned by the blinding light and the appearance of the palace, the only person within that palace had just finished absorbing the concentrated golden energy in the throne hall.

Aldrian’s body shone with golden light. His eyes remained closed, but the concentration of energy in front of him had already vanished. Inside his mind, he continued to repeat the words, until finally, the voice of that figure echoed once more, this time with different words.

"The ’crown’ has already been shown to the entire universe. As the bearer of the ’crown,’ your journey truly begins now."

The moment he heard those words, Aldrian opened his eyes.

He felt a surge of power unlike anything he had ever known. For a moment, it felt as though he could do anything.

He took a deep breath, letting the rush of power settle, then looked up, at the eye. At Tarius. The eye appeared ready to strike with overwhelming force, but Aldrian was not deterred.

He could now fully sense the destruction Tarius had caused across the continent, and fury rose within his heart. But he did not let it show. Instead, he stretched out his hand to the side, and instantly, a sword appeared in his grasp.

A longsword with a golden blade, its handguard and hilt beautifully crafted with flawless detail. Everything about it spoke of perfection. It had been forged over many years by the dwarves, using their greatest skill, and built according to the blueprint of the Origin Sword.

This was the sword that had become the national secret and treasured artifact of the Forgeheart Kingdom. The sword Aldrian had personally given its finishing touch, though he had yet to name it.

The sword that the "figure" had called the successor to the Origin Sword.

Aldrian brought the sword in front of him, his gaze fixed on its golden blade. He couldn’t help but remember the Origin Sword, and its final words before it crumbled, causing an ache in his heart. But he steeled himself and looked at the sword with a solemn expression.

"The Origin Sword, the beginning of all swords, is no more. And you... you are not the Origin Sword, even though you were forged from its blueprint."

"But you do not need to be like the Origin Sword. You have your own identity, the identity that I, Aldrian, your master, will give you."

He then recalled what that figure had once said, that this sword was special, not just to that figure, but to him as well. No one else was worthy to wield it, only the two of them.

He thought that this sword was also special to that figure because it was created from the blueprint of the Origin Sword. The Origin Sword was that figure’s sword, and this sword—its successor was now in his grasp.

He would be the one to name it. He would be its master.

They were two identical swords, but born under different circumstances.

If the Origin Sword marked the first appearance of the sword, then what did the one in his hand represent?

There was no way he would use the name Origin Sword again, because that was not this sword’s true identity.

Then what name could he give it?

He had been thinking about that all this time.

If the Origin Sword marked the beginning of something, then let this sword symbolize the end of something.

From something to nothing.

"The sword that will end anything in its path... The sword that, once unsheathed and shown to the world, will signal that something is about to meet its end," Aldrian said, lifting the sword slightly.

"I will name you—"

"Sword of the End."

Rumble!